Six poems about grassland 1. Collect six poems about grasslands by celebrities.
Farewell to Ancient Grass Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter.
Song of Chile is famous all over the country.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep.
"Send to Lujia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home.
Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Zhang Shi, the song "Encounter in Early Spring"
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
There are three prairie poems whose authors are unknown.
( 1)
The yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and the ancient plain silently released the autumn sound.
Horseshoe crushed the sunset, lying singing Aobao waiting for the moonlight.
(2)
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
Endless greenery, grazed by sheep, a horse flying, singing drunken songs.
(3)
Although the sun is setting, the mountains and trees are yellow.
Don't say that the old cow is full, and the incense grows under the shepherd's stove.
2. Six lines of grassland poems
1, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain until now I have closed my thatched door in the dark. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . -Don Wang Wei's farewell
2. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. -"Prairie Poetry"
3. I suddenly met the peach blossom forest, sandwiched between hundreds of steps. There were no miscellaneous trees in it, the grass was fragrant, the English was colorful, and the fishermen were very different. Tao Jin Yuanming Peach Blossom Garden
4. It is easy to see when you are away, and the spring water is exhausted. It is heaven and earth-Li Yu's Waves on the Sand
5, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
6. The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
7. Hunting Tianjiao lives outside Yancheng, and white grass burns wild. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn. With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight. The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.
3. Six lines of grassland poems
1, my friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain until now I have closed my thatched door in the dark.
Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? . -Tang Wang Wei's "Farewell" 2. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. -"Prairie Poetry" 3. Suddenly, every peach blossom forest was caught by hundreds of steps. There are no miscellaneous trees in it. Grass is delicious and English is rich and colorful. Fishermen are very different.
Tao Jin Yuanming's Peach Blossom Garden 4. It's easy to see when it's difficult, and when the running water goes, spring comes, and the world is everywhere-Li Yu's "Langtaosha" 5. The west wind is strong in time, showing cool grass. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
6. The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
7. Hunting Tianjiao lives outside Yancheng, and white grass burns wild. When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight. The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.
4. Complete collection of poems describing grasslands
Complete collection of poems describing grasslands
Song Ouyang Xiu's Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
"Send to Lujia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Cezanne Tang Baorong
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
Bian Chun is a high-level article in Tang Dynasty
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
5. Poems describing grasslands
1, Farewell to Tang
Seeing friends off in the mountains, Chai Men is half hidden at sunset. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
2, "Wuyi Lane" Yuxi, Liu Tang
There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane.
Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
3, "Fu De Gu Cao Yuan Farewell" Tang Bai Juyi
The long grass is so lush that the withered grass will thicken the color of the grass every autumn and winter. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
Weeds and wild flowers are all over the ancient road, and the end of the grass in the sun is your journey. I once again sent my bosom friend, and the thick grass represented my deep affection.
4. "Song of Chile" is famous all over the country.
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is wild, and the wind and grass move to see cattle and sheep.
5, "Early Spring Drizzle" Tang Hanyu
There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.
This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
6, "Occasionally beginning of spring" Song Zhangshi
There is little frost at the end of the year, and the vegetation knows spring.
I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
7. Looking at Xixi in Chuzhou, Wu Ying, Tang Wei
Alone, grass grows by the stream, and orioles sing on the trees.
The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing.
8, "Beishan" An Shi of Wang Song
Beishan lost its green and rose to the horizontal pool, and went straight to the pool.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
9. Don
The conference semifinals outside Juyan are hunting, and the white grass grievances are burning all over the sky.
When the clouds are light and the wind is light, drive the horse, and the plain is easy to hide in autumn.
With the support of Qiang Health School, Fort Deng and General Lu, who were guarding the positions, stormed across Liao overnight.
The jade target angle bows and beads to rein in the horse, and the Han family gives snow to Cao Yao.
10 "Spring Tour in Fengle Pavilion" Song Ouyang Xiu
Mangroves and green hills are dying, and grass in the long suburbs is endless.
Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
1 1, "Send Liu Jia" Tang
A stream of grass is green, and the sound outside is like home.
Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
12, "insert" Tang Baorong
The west wind is strong in time and the grass is cool.
Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
13, "Bian Chun" Tang Gaopian
The grass is green and willow is thick, and the jade pot is full of wine.
Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
6. Poetry describing the prairie should be learned from primary school 1 to grade 6.
Three Prairie Poems (1) The yellow carpet quietly turned green, and the ancient plain released the autumn sound in silence.
Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight. (2) The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting.
The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night. (3) Don't look at the setting sun, the mountains and plains are all yellow.
Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove. What's suspicious about the feathers of Lv Qi, Crow and Saibei Grass? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble.
Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.
Attached to the Saibei grassland poem: the truth of the words arouses public doubts, and the color black is more pleasing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity.
Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
Bai Juyi, a rambling grass, comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
They are sweetly crowded in the ancient avenue, the green and barren city. Ah, my friend's prince, you left again, and I heard them sigh behind you. The northern folk song Chilechuan, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is gray and wild.
A bunch of poems about cattle and sheep grassland [Author: Chen Guanglin article entry: Li] (1) Grassland, grassland, grassland, the cradle of my life, the clear and sweet running water is the milk that feeds me, the faint grass fragrance moistens my soul, the holy and solid horseback riding is the smiling face that I climb and grow up, and the smiling face that my grandmother expects is the source of my strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of the cradle of my life, grassland, my lovely home, Liao. The vast grassland gave me a broad mind, the beautiful mountains and rivers gave me a strong backbone, the cold snow and ice gave me a strong character, and grandma's hardships gave me eternal strength. Whenever I think of grassland, grassland, I think of that lovely home, grassland, grassland, wine, tea, and I miss you infinitely. The grassland I fell in love with is a sweet memory of you, and a bitter attachment to you, but I miss you, the sky is blue, the heart is green, and the heart is heart to heart. I miss you, the grassland in my heart. You are a sweet memory, and I miss you with bitter attachment. When I think of you, I will deeply love my mother, accompanied by the blue sky, to the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the eternal grassland, the grassland full of green waves, the flowers everywhere, the grassland full of me, the grassland full of sunshine and rain, the grassland full of me and the spring breeze everywhere. You are my forever warm grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland, grassland with beautiful songs and grassland with galloping horses. I was born and raised in Sri Lanka. You are my eternal memory. Give me a piece of white clouds, float to the Saibei Plateau with affection and nostalgia, give me a spring breeze, blow to the Saibei Plateau with spring rain and new green, and flow to the Saibei Plateau with songs. Give me a bright moon with the sound of life. Hanging on the plateau of Saibei Plateau. The night is more beautiful. Hometown is brighter. (3) the ranch in my hometown. The vast pasture in my hometown is the deep and holy blue sky in my heart. I grew up eating my mother's milk and drinking fragrant milk tea. I grew up listening to sweet songs, accompanied by horses and lambs. It gave me many wonderful memories of my childhood. I often go back to the deep pasture where I was born and raised in my dreams. The ranch in my hometown. It was the deep and holy blue sky in my heart, and it was my father's love that helped me get on the horse. My mother gave me a lot of hope. The vast pasture has opened my mind. Affectionate pasture gave me great courage. My hometown ranch is the source of wisdom in my cradle of life. I will never forget the sacred pasture where I was born and raised. (4) The plateau breeze sends me cool green fields to accompany me to sing horses. I soar on the mighty plateau by the wind, and the blue sky and broad eagle let me soar, with blue waves billowing and green peaks protruding. Mountain Villa (5) Emin River Emin River, the mother river of grassland, you flow silently day and night, year after year, month after month, wave wave Emin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of grassland, you are the river of love, you tell the truth wherever you flow, you are the most affectionate river in the world, Emin River, you are the sacred river, and you are in danger. You gave me confidence. You are the most sacred river in the shepherd's heart. You are the river of life. You grew up drinking your milk and cultivating it with your faith. You taught me to be a long-term and pure person. It will always flow quietly like Emin River. I love you deeply. You are the river that flows in my heart forever. I respect you very much. It will always be quiet and clear in my heart. How many stories have you told about Emin River in your heart? You are the river of life for the children of grassland. Under the lightning of Matthew on the prairie. A sleepy poet has a vast grassland, and you are like a piano sleeping beside a flax mane. The grassland is vast and goes deep into the interior. I turned off the distant light with tired eyes. Grassland night, I was a guest in Dangxiong's felt bag. Matthew bent down to make tea, just like a river bending through the sleeping silence. On the other hand, on the inland night in Marthinsen, the lake lifted a huge spoon and poured it into the mouth of the world, and my hand crossed the darkness at the end of the vast grassland. Miss Dawa, I want to talk to you all night in your morning light, completely silent.
7. Prairie Poetry
Ancient poems about grasslands:
1, the sunset can't be seen, and the mountains and trees are yellow. Mo Lao Dao Niu went home.
Full, the shepherd's stove is fragrant. -"Prairie Poetry"
2. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. Boundless green sheep
Grazing, flying on horseback, singing, getting drunk. -"Prairie Poetry"
The breeze rippled on the grassy coast, through the night, and blew to my still mast. The stars are down from the empty place, and the moon is surging on the river.
Flow. Free my sick old age from the office! Is famous! Flying around, I'm like a Sha Ou! -Du
Just "expressing my feelings at night"
4. The yellow carpet has quietly turned green, and Guyuan has no words to sound autumn. Horseshoe treads the sunset.
Break, lie and sing Aobao for months. -"Prairie Poetry"
5, a river is green, and the sound around the house is like home. Look forward to beauty without backing.
Hand, wall east sent a few more flowers. -Cao Ye's "Send Liu Jia"
6, Tianjie light rain is crisp, and the grass color is close but not close. It better be a good spring.
Place, absolutely win YanLiu full emperor. -Han Yu's Light Rain in Early Spring
7, the feather color is deep, why do you think it is really fake! Depend on each other for better or worse,
Don't make mistakes and let the guests be wronged. Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. Vulgar and clear
Elegance is hard to decide, but great wisdom is foolish. -Seven Laws "Crow and Saibei Grass"
8. The west wind should be strong in time and the dew should be cold. Poor Yellow River Jiuqu
Finally, the yurt is in prison, and there is no shadow. -Bao Rong's "The Plug"
9. There are weeds and flowers beside Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset in Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. -Liu Yuxi's Wuyi Lane
8. Poems describing Mongolian grasslands
1, the grass is thick and the jade pot is full of wine.
2, the west wind should be strong in time, and the dew should be cold. Poor yellow river, nine bends are exhausted, and the felt house is without a shadow.
3, a river of grass, the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. Spring grass is green every year, but what about you, my friend Prince? .
In May and March, the twelfth lunar month in Lan Qing is yellow, and the vast grass is bathed in Qiu Guang. In the pastoral sound, the eagle crows and the wind blows the lush cattle and sheep.
6. Mangroves and green hills are inclined, and the grass in the long suburbs is endless. Visitors, no matter how old they are, will walk to the front of the exhibition hall in spring.
7, a blue and innocent Ma Xiang, whipping and singing pastoral songs. The girl danced her skirt happily, and the bonfire star was intoxicated in the sunset.
8. The grass is green and willows are thick, and the jade pot is full of wine. Go with the wind, sing loudly, and you will know the weight of the mountain.
9. The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.
10, the yellow carpet quietly turned into a green flat, and Guyuan was speechless with autumn sounds. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
1 1, the sunset can't be seen, and the trees-lined hills are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
12, red clouds are burning in the west cave, and flying crows rush home in groups. There is a mist in Pingchuan, and the grass field is in a hurry.
13, the authenticity of the language has aroused people's doubts, and the black color is even more embarrassing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.
14, what is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble. Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.
15, the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is far and near. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.
Yinshan Chilechuan 16. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.
17, there are many weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset is oblique at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people.
18, the endless grass on the plain, with the coming and going of each season, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze.
19, there is little frost at the end of the year, and spring is known to the world. I feel that the business is full and the east wind blows water and the green is uneven.
20. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season. Wildfire can't burn it out, but the spring breeze can revive it.
9. Ancient poems describing grasslands
1, the endless grass on the plain, with each season coming and going, wildfire never completely devours them, and they grow taller in the spring breeze.
2. Ancient Poetry-Yuefu (Chilean Song)
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields. The sky is wild, and the wind blows early to see cattle and sheep.
3. A river is green, and the sound around the house is like home. Looking forward to the beautiful women not joining hands, the wall east sent some flowers.
4. The yellow carpet quietly turns green, and the ancient plains release the autumn sound without words. Horseshoe crushed by the sunset, lying singing Aobao until the moonlight.
The sky is getting higher and higher, and the jade dragon is enchanting. The vast green belt with sheep grazing, a horse flying and singing drunk blue night.
6. There is no trace of the sunset, and the hills with trees are all yellow. Don't say the old cow is full, the shepherd is cooking incense under the stove.
7. Lv Qi Crow and Saibei Grassland
What is the suspicion of feather color? The truth is false! We share weal and woe when we are in trouble.
Crow noise trees are low and there is no swan song, and there is more than one crow and moon setting. It is difficult to determine the elegance of common customs, and great wisdom is the great sage.
8. Saibei grassland poems:
The eloquence aroused public suspicion, and the black color was even more embarrassing. Expectation and concern for blessings are reversed by wisdom and stupidity. Singing with meat is a laughing stock, and throwing stones and drinking water is a good biography. Let him praise and criticize, and the branches still speak freely.